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Kat
I wake up to the feeling of Ivan's tongue buried far inside of me. Before I can stop myself my hips are rocking and I am cumming in his mouth, the sweet rush of an orgasm pulling me fully from sleep. His name is the first word on my lips and he crawls up my body and slides into me with such ease now. I can't believe before it took so long to go in but now my pussy is made for him and only him, not that being as wet for him as I am doesn't help with things.
It's still a tight fit when he fully sheaths his long shaft all the way in me. I can tell by the way he's moving that he wants to savor this moment and I am all for that. I open my eyes and stare up at him with a sense of wonder. Not a week ago I was a timid little numbers cruncher who had barely been kissed much less woken up in the morning by lovemaking. Now I am lying with him inside of me, thrusting into me making me want this every morning I'm alive. Now I'm not sure how I would live without Ivan being in my life, something that I have tried to push out of my mind this entire time ever since knowing that he plans to go after the Senator.
I'm like a dying person who only has so long to live. As the time ticks down to when Ace and his friends are going to take Ivan with them I feel like that's all I have left. I cling to his lips and run my hands down his curves trying to imprint every part of him on my memory. His kisses aren't the hard punishing ones they normally are either so I think he must feel the same way I do. How the hell have countless women done this for centuries? Loving someone with everything you are and having to watch them go off to fight to keep you safe, it is a heavy toll for the people left behind. One that will never be mentioned because what kind of selfish person would I be if I cause him to worry about me worrying about him when he's the one that's going to have to risk his life.
So neither one of us say anything, we just make love, using our bodies to say what we need to have the other hear. When he cums inside me it brings tears to my eyes and my body automatically follows him over the edge.
"I love you."
"And I love you, my kitten." He kisses the tear stains but doesn't say anything about them and for that I'm glad. His silent acceptance of them makes it alright. He understands how I feel about him and he can tell what I worry about and fear. I don't have to put everything into words and that makes all of this somehow better.
"Are you hungry, Kroshka? I'll make you breakfast."
I give him a big watery smile, "How could I say no to that?"
We get up and start dressing, still running our hands over each others' bodies. At last, we make our way downstairs to where Ace is sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and a laptop. He raises his head when we come in.
"Good morning. I see even though the two of you kept the whole house up almost all night you all are looking remarkably well-rested."
A blush hits my cheeks and I don't make eye contact with him even though a little smile is still playing across my lips, but Ivan goes by and smacks him in the back of the head. "And that right there is why you don't have someone keeping you up all night, boy. What's the saying you Americans like to throw around, loose lips and such..."
Ace makes an impressed 'o' face and they go back and forth bantering with one another for the next few minutes as Ivan lays out food. Before we can start eating one of the sensors located around the farm goes off. Ace and Ivan both stiffen.
"Ana?" Ivan asks. Not even taking the time to speak in full sentences.
"She left about thirty minutes ago to check on our mother."
Ivan turns to me and takes me by the arm so that I stand up with him. He kisses the top of my head, "Go upstairs, Kitten. Don't come down unless I yell for you. Do you understand?"
I give him a quick nod and then a hard kiss and I run up the stairs just as I hear the sound of glass breaking. Gunfire quickly follows behind that and I realize my countdown is out. I thought I had hours but it appears my time has been cut short. I run into the room and shut the door, locking it behind me. When I turn around I am standing face to face with a figure dressed all in black and the sinking feeling I have tells me he isn't one of the good guys. And I'm the idiot who just locked herself in the room with the guy.
Before he takes his mask off I can guess who it is. Standing in front of me is the attractive face of Brad Johnson. How can someone look so nice, so friendly, and be such a monster?
"Hello, Bargaining Chip."
Instinctually I turn to fumble with the lock but he is on me before my sweaty hands can jerk the door open. He wraps his hand in my hair and the smile on his face is one that chills my blood. "Oh don't leave so soon. You see, now that I have you, I am certain the Russian won't stand a chance."
I hold back my whimper, there is no way I am giving this guy any sign what he's said or did can hurt or affect me. Screw him. He twists more in his fist and my scalp aches with the pain of being yanked on but I don't give him a thing.
"Yes, I do think my men will enjoy breaking someone like you very much. I just have to kill your little Russian boyfriend before I throw you to them." He unlocks the door and walks me down the stairs. When I step off the last one it’s into water, the main must have broken during all the fighting. Dead bodies litter the floor and both men are using everything around them to fight the men still surrounding them. Brad twists my hair again, this time so tight I have no choice but to cry out. As soon as I do Ivan turns to find me. The Senator has a gun in his hand now, pointed right at the love of my life.
The Senator's men back off for the moment. "Hello, Ivan. So nice to see you again."
Ivan doesn't move. He doesn't take his eyes off of me and the Senator.
"It would appear I have found your weakness. How did you survive so long in that Russian prison when you are shit at taking care of yourself and what belongs to you?"
Ivan swallows. There's fear in his eyes, fear for me. And I hate that I'm the reason he's going to die.
"Drop them. You and your little friend too." Both men drop their guns. "All of them."
Ivan drops two more guns and Ace drops a gun, a knife, something that looks like a grenade, and multiple clips.
"You know Ivan, when I kill you I want you to know what it feels like to hurt. I want you to realize what it's like to lose everything." Brad's voice changes halfway through his sentence from friendly to hateful and resentful. "I think I'll make you watch as my boys have fun with your little girlfriend here. But first I want to make sure you can't come to her when she screams and cries for you." He points his gun low at Ivan's leg.
Fuck this. I am aware of what kind of belt Brad has around his waist because Ivan and all the other military guys wear one. Ivan was wearing one last night when I took his pants off. I also know that the knife hanging from the belt is dangerously sharp. Sharp enough to cut through, oh I don't know, hair. I grab for the knife and jerk the blade across my hair. I fall to the ground and roll. Both men do the same thing so they are out of the line of fire. Ace sees me pick up the discarded grenade thingy and grins and winks at me.